"Do you mean you get stiffer from crouching down with women than with men?" the woman asked.
"Well, I don't know about that," Marc said. "I've never crouched down with any men. Do you suppose it would matter if I stood up and stretched a bit?"
"For heaven's sake!" the woman gasped. "Do you want to be seen?"
"Why shouldn't I be seen?" Marc asked.
"You know very well," the woman said, "the way you are."
"The way I am?"
"Certainly," the woman said. "You know how people get about that sort of thing."
"Oh?" Marc said, completely lost. "Say, how am I, anyway?"
"How should I know how you are?" the woman said primly. "I don't allow myself to think about those things."
"But you were just talking about it," Marc said, "and about how people get about it."